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Furniture is solid. Furniture is dependable. Furniture is rarely changing. Furniture is the heavy things that hold down the corners of your life.
But when you live in another country, like me, and you’re never sure how long, exactly, you’ll be living in that country, like me, your relationship to heavy things changes. Maybe this is true if you’ve... See more
But when you live in another country, like me, and you’re never sure how long, exactly, you’ll be living in that country, like me, your relationship to heavy things changes. Maybe this is true if you’ve... See more
Every encounter demands too much, tears the nerves, drains the will, and the spectre of something as small as an unanswered letter arouses such disproportionate guilt that one's sanity becomes an object of speculation among one's acquaintances. To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us... See more
Joan Didion • On Self-Respect: Joan Didion’s 1961 Essay From the Pages of Vogue
Makiko looked old. Everyone looks older as the years go by, but that’s not what I mean. She wasn’t even forty, but if she told you “I just turned fifty-three,” you’d wish her happy birthday. She didn’t look older. She literally looked old.
Mieko Kawakami, Sam Bett, • Breasts and Eggs
Lost in a featureless wasteland of my own mortality, and finding no traction in the reams of scientific studies, intracellular molecular pathways, and endless curves of survival statistics, I began reading literature again: Solzhenitsyn’s Cancer Ward, B. S. Johnson’s The Unfortunates, Tolstoy’s Ivan Ilyich, Nagel’s Mind and Cosmos, Woolf, Kafka,
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